This essay was written in the manner of a stroll, a stroll in the company of voices. Among them: Colette’s, certain of her characters’ and my very own inner voices. The writing process was a free-form one, tried to be so at least, separating itself from the idea of a precise goal or final destination to be reached. It was to be guided by the roaming of the words themselves instead, by the rhythm animating the pen when it is thinking. Of Colette, I say nothing, or barely. My objective being to hear her, it’s as a reader that I positioned myself thinking, as a loving reader guided by l’En-Amour, conceived as a conceptual character. The texts have thus been addressed from such a particular point of view, to let life, movement and all that sprouts in the colettian oeuvre its space to bloom. In such manner, it appeared possible to truly relate to both the characters and my own representation of the author. I had to keep alive the poetry of Colette’s writing, intertwining mine along with it, in an attempt to word a kind of unspoken oral form. And the path continued further along, up to a relative truth, the truth of l’En-Amour, given and shaped by the colettian narratives and their understated meanings. This way, I saw the possibility of valuing and renewing faith in a (the) discourse(s) of love as potential truth.